Today at church the thought was put forth by my Sunday School teacher that your religion is whatever you think about when you don’t have to think about anything else. If this is true (and I really hope it is), then for the past week or so my religion has had me in complete devotion and subjection to that landmark, epic recording, Soulja Boy Tell Em’s “Crank That (Soulja Boy).” This song has become my litany and liturgy, my personal scripture, the hymn of my days and nights. I guess I need to repent. Now watch me do:
As a matter of Froz-T-Freez trivia to those of you following along at home, this marks the first time I have embedded video on my blog. Soulja boy tell ’em.